What Makes Me Special?

I am special and I know it.

So, either you or anyone swallows that, the status remains the same- That special girl.

Beautiful and smart is gold; Smart is silver and Beautiful is bronze- I have gold.

Personality as peaceful and transparent as that new mirror sitting behind my cupboard.

The presence of me as still and gentle as the blue sea with the bright sun wearing a cap over our heads.

Every of my words just right for the perfect occasion; to cheer, to comfort, to love, to hurt and to make peace.

My tongue as sharp as a blade, cruel as a polar bear, just when my emotions are bitten.

But,

Freely I give myself to that person that my heart points a finger at saying “awesome”.

Who can blame a heart hungry to love and be loved- only the devil.

In the end,

Should my heart be wrong?

If I get hurt

Or should it not have been what I was searching for?

I’d do something as simple as resume searching

Gather my horns and never forget my strings to strike the cord.

Eyes so sharp, antenna’s so active the signals come in strong.

Ready to breathe new air and create new waves.

It definitely hurts,

That it won’t be you I’d be kissing all night long

Your body nicely grinding against mine would all be memories

The fizzling I get when you whisper “do you like it” would be some other sexy guy all up in my bed

Telling me, “how do you like it” “Do you like it this way… or that way… or- “

My genuine happiness won’t be for you anymore but for him that understood what I felt for him wasn’t ordinary.

For him that cherished my smiles, complaints, openness and my moments.

For him that was proud to flaunt me to the whole world.

He is proud to have me just while you weren’t.

He understood my love needs and that’s why he had me.

It was nice to have met you.

The Cost of Unfaithfulness

I have been through a thousand years, a thousand times and ten thousand heart breaks in my lifetime.

From the very moment, my best friend and I graduated from high school and had to split for understandable reasons to the moment my friends did better than me at homework because I wasn’t all that geeky, down to the very moment I met him, all I ever wanted was honesty.

Things do happen and I understand.

Bella and I had to split because I couldn’t afford the school her parents wanted for her. I scored 2/10 all the time just because I rather write love poems than stay up doing homework. He didn’t want me anymore without a reason but an action.

He said- “it’s over”

Bella broke my heart when it was certain we couldn’t continue for 4 years after 6 years together. My playmates at school got me jealous with their excellent scores and every hand giving thumbs up.

For if he had grown to love someone else, or he had feelings for another girl, or maybe he saw something better for him, I could have understood. If I wasn’t what he wanted anymore, if I wasn’t just enough for him he should have told me. My option was to let him go and be happy and I’d be. I would have tried so hard to win him and if I failed I would help him pack his bags to be where his heart belongs because then I wouldn’t deserve a man who doesn’t want me.

My options were snatched the day death came knocking at his door.

Very silently at night, it barged on him.

I can imagine his fear… I can hear him screaming so loud I wish I was by his side that night. I wish we didn’t argue, I wish we didn’t go to bed angry, I wish I hadn’t said it was over between us.

Because I only felt saying those words will hurt him and cause him to say He loves me and won’t leave me. But my words had the devil escort him home. To tempt him in the middle of the night just before morning when I would get a chance to say “I didn’t mean any of what I Said last night”

The devil told him, I had grown to love someone else and that I saw someone better for me. The devil also mentioned that he wasn’t enough for me and would never be and so he decided to go and be where there is peace and love - HEAVEN.

All I ever wanted was honesty? Damn me!

He needed my honesty and I fed him his doubt.

Ever since then, my eyes always told stories that my mouth could never narrate.

I since then, lived in fear, coldness and loneliness. Ran away from home when his parents came looking for me after they found the note he left saying-

“Sonia Riman, I loved you and I never stopped”

                                                                                THE END

WHO I AM TODAY IS BECAUSE I STRUGGLED TO BE ME.

One thing you should never forget about today's write-up is the fact that "Regardless of any human being, you are You"

Everyday, we hear just about how much of a necessity it is to love yourself because it isn't just about who will love you. Trust me, some guys love "anything" but the point is, who will love you just enough? No one ever truly loves you like the way God will.

No one is going to argue that with me I hope because then I would have to call down my God for such individual. Lol

Okay Guys, so today ' talk is about the  Crazy Debby and her hilarious Job Interview. She's here again  I can't assure you it is the last time but...


I LOVE ME,
Simply fascinated by what I have become,
Many times I look stupid to anyone I tell my pain because of how much smile I wear everyday. But that's the fun about being a Debby.

I love me for my scars and my pain.
I love me for being that Softie, for being weak and strong at the same time.
I love me for times I cry and sob silently, chewing my aches and baring my lonely nights.

I love me for loving and caring for the wrong people that I hoped were mine forever.

I love me for my heart breaks, the disappointments and the setbacks.

I love me for the blades that marked my skin and the blood that gently poured out.

For picking up the broken pieces of my heart and making a sweet melody out of it was the most beautiful thing I ever did.

That I was cold, hard and numb at some point for reasons that were overwhelming caused me to be scared to heal, be whole and love again.

But despite everything,

I love me for desiring true love and for believing in it.

I love me for rising above rape and abuse, a story for another day...
I love me for the times memories terrified me, the times I wasn't tough enough to stand on my own.

I love me for the times that I needed to lean on someone, the times that I needed a warm hug and a pat on my back but got none but yet my life did go on.

I love me for my slow songs and deep lyrics.

I, at some point became that emotional "thing", who all she ever wanted was a short-brief kiss on her forehead but got only another reason to grief.

Regardless, I love me for my sensational poems.

I love me for my big heart and the part of me that people took for granted.

I love me for yet easily falling deeply and caring while bracing my hurt.

Oooooooh Yeah!
One thing I'm crazy about? My  Body!
I love me for my body, and for the sides of me I wasn't much comfortable with.

I love me for my changes, my pretty eyes and soft lips.

I love me for my cute big forehead and my not so beautiful feet. lol Cheers to my forehead and that little feet!

I love for me for me why?
Because all of this including my mistakes made me sour cream, amazing, special and a little bit more human than the rest to the world.

For I am a beautiful soul, showcased in an amazing body and guarded by a wonderful spirit.

I AM ME AND NO ONE ELSE.

WRITTEN BY: Deborah Erakpor
EDITRD BY: Jessy Deremi